Pineapple on Pizza

My parents both grew up on Long Island and worked in NYC. Because of that, they naturally knew their pizza.

When I was six years old, we moved from Long Island to rural upstate NY. Thankfully, the tradition of making a classic NY-style pizza was still ever-present, even up there. From Cooperstown to annual fairs, you could usually find a perfect slice.

Whenever we’d go to a pizza restaurant, my dad would always strike up a conversation with the chef. I don’t know what they talked about, but I imagine it always had something to do with the chef’s origin story. It’s like each pizza-maker had a long lineage that could be traced back to some master pizza-maker in NYC.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, stop putting pineapple on pizza! It doesn’t belong there. Thank you.